Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.